Every thing we hope for,
Comes and goes so quickly.
Each chapter leaves little time for rest.
And yet there sits that emptiness,
A feeling that sometimes,
What everyone tells you should feel significant,
Is nothing but another passing, trivial day.
So much excitement and buildup,
To fleeting moments ,
We sometimes remember,
And sometimes forget.
Let us still feel the peace
Of the passing seasons
which give us renewed strength,
disquiet and unrest;
So that we can continue,
Time can continue,
And we can live.
–Written by Sandy Heights
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